“Deacon’s a jerk,” Gene said, “but it’s like he goes out of his way to be mean to us. If we’re not alone, then he doesn’t come at us unless he’s not alone.”
“That’s why you should sit with Nick and us,” Tegan insisted. “You wouldn’t be alone with us.”
“Yeah, we’d be worse than alone,” Jeanne growled. “He makes kids turn on us.”
“He’s just a bully,” Tegan sighed. “He’s only this bad because he can get away with it.”
“You think we should do something to stop him?” Rob asked. “‘Cause if you do, then forget it.”
“Nobody can stop him,” Gene sighed. “The teachers always believe him, and never us.”
“They can’t always believe him,” Tegan said. “It’s not like he… hey.” She trailed off, following Rob’s stare.
Deacon’s game had changed, as he left the balance bars. Presumably a teacher had cottoned a little onto the commotion. His flunkies had started by increasing their orbit, but now they were chasing boys towards Deacon, who was slapping them on the back. Every boy fell face first, and the next victim always was pushed over the last one. Deacon laughed each time, but only until the next kid was brought near him to repeat the process. This was ‘tag’; everyone who fell was “it”. A teacher was watching, apparently oblivious to the synchronization shown.
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